"This is Haoran's righteousness!" Gao Ming sat up from the bed in a hotel not far from Shuimu.

These days he was invited by the state to discuss the issue of the capital, but after a few days of traveling in Jingcheng, he found that the ancient buildings in the capital had been demolished and he had no choice. So he was going to take a two-day break and then go back to the East China Sea.

"The sound of Confucian reading, I didn't expect that Zhao Li, you are here too!" Gao Ming walked to the window and looked at the great divine light in the distance.

Haoran's righteousness is really the nemesis of all evil spirits. Under Haoran's righteousness, the resentment in this sky is being cleared bit by bit.

"What a righteous spirit, what a Confucian reading voice. If you become a great Confucian scholar, you will definitely be able to suppress the entire capital. Unfortunately, you are a Confucian scholar now." Gao Ming murmured.

"The sound of Confucian reading is so righteous!" Some people walked out of some important places in the capital and looked at the sky blankly.

The Haoran Divine Wheel is getting brighter and brighter, illuminating one-tenth of the capital like a sun.

"Haoran righteousness!" Mr. Zhou, who was discussing with Gao Ming yesterday, walked into the yard, listened to the sound of reading in the distance, and looked at the little sun in the sky. He felt very shocked.

"It turns out that the righteousness of Confucianism is true, and the sound of Confucianism reading is so powerful." There has never been a moment that makes Mr. Zhou so touched.

Zhao Li is a Confucian Confucian scholar, he knows, but he knows even more that the other party is also a great scientist.

"What a pity, this round of Haoran's righteousness only illuminates a small area," Mr. Zhou sighed.

Although Zhao Li's Haoran's righteousness was very positive, as time went by, Haoran's righteousness was consumed more and more, and the divine wheel in the sky became darker and lower and lower. In the end, Zhao Li couldn't hold on any longer.

The whole city's resentment seemed to be irritated, and it turned into a rolling like a cloud.

The resentment that ordinary people cannot see suddenly gathers up and turns like dark clouds. Now even ordinary people can feel it.

"Is this? How is it possible?" Gao Ming exclaimed at the dark clouds in the sky.

Seeing that the resentment actually gathered up automatically, Gao Ming knew that the Black Dragon might not only escape from resentment, but also escaped a little bit of spiritual thought.

"Why did the cloud suddenly appear? This cloud is so scary!"

“Yes, yes,”

Zhao Li also clearly felt that the resentment in the sky was gathering, and it seemed that he was fighting with his own righteousness. Although he was devoted to studying, he could feel that it was getting harder and harder to study. It seemed like a big stone was pressing on his heart.

"Puff," in the battle between Haoran's righteousness and resentment, Zhao Li finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sound of the book and Haoran's righteousness suddenly stopped.

"Okay, what a black dragon. If you have all your strength, I will turn around and leave immediately. But now you have a little resentment and spiritual thoughts. Do you want to force me to leave?" Zhao Li wiped the blood on his mouth with his sleeve. He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that were getting lower and lower in the sky.

I originally came from someone who just wanted to read, but the resentment over the campus suppressed the sound of his book and had to go against it.

Seeing the whole campus being shocked by this resentment, terrified screams sounded from time to time. Zhao Li also felt a little embarrassed, because this was caused by himself.

After thinking about it, I became ruthless and took out three calligraphy and paintings from the bag beside me.

"What a black dragon. Since you don't give me face, let's fight," Zhao Li murmured. It's impossible for him to just throw this stall away. The resentment gathered here may make the entire Shuimu University area unable to live.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to feel something, and the dark clouds in the whole sky gathered more and more.

"Oh, are you still suppressed by resentment?" Gao Ming sighed.

The black dragon's power is still too strong, and it has accumulated more than a thousand years of resentment. And it is dominated by divine thoughts. This is also the reason why I dare not take action.

"What a pity, Haoran is still not strong enough," Mr. Zhou murmured while standing in the yard.

Think about it, how long has the Black Dragon survived and how old Zhao Li was? Is it completely disproportionate? If Zhao Li was given decades, the result might be different.

"Gaga! Now, let's show off your Confucianism, and don't look at the territory of the Black Dragon Venerable," an unpleasant laughter came from every corner of the capital.

These people were almost scared by the Confucian Haoran's righteousness just now, but fortunately, Haoran's righteousness was far away from them and was immediately suppressed by the power of the Black Dragon Venerable again.

"It seems that we must find more formation nodes to suppress the Black Dragon Venerable as soon as possible, and more destructive points, so that the Black Dragon Venerable will be born faster!" said a figure wrapped in black cloth.

Just as these people were celebrating, three dazzling lights suddenly came from the sky. When the three lights flew into the black clouds, they immediately turned into a huge ball of white light and exploded.

"Ah, Haoran is still righteous, hide!" Everyone ran away in the darkness that was just celebrating.

After Zhao Li threw out three calligraphy and paintings at once, he immediately changed to another book of the Analects and read it aloud.

"The Master said: "Politics are governed with virtue, just like the North Chen, where they live and all the stars share them."

"The Master said: "The Book of Songs is three hundred, and one sentence is summarized, saying: 'Thinking is without evil."

"The Master said: "Tao it to govern, align it with punishment, and the people are exempted from shame; Tao it to virtue, align it with courtesy, and be ashamed and polite."

......

With the sound of books, the divine wheel also flew out from the sea of ​​heart, and emitted a dazzling righteous spirit and flew into the sky.

"Hiss!" The resentment gathered above the water and wood quickly dissipated under the divine wheel and three calligraphy and paintings.

"What's going on? It's like the sound of the book and the dark clouds in the sky are fighting!"

"I feel much better after listening to the sound of this book!"

"No, come again," Gao Ming originally thought that this time was ended with the failure of Confucianism and planned to go back to bed, but just as he was about to turn around, suddenly the sky was filled with righteous divine light, and the sound of the book became louder this time.

"It's your Zhao Liqiang," Gao Ming also admired him. He didn't dare to take action when he saw the resentment of the whole city, but Zhao Li did it again after he moved.

No wonder in ancient times, those demons and monsters dared to provoke Confucianism. In fact, these Confucian people were very tough and fought desperately at any time.

Just when Gao Ming thought Zhao Li would fight against his resentment, Zhao Li saw that the resentment gathered above Shuimu had been completely eliminated, and the resentment in the distant sky was not reflected at all.

Zhao Li immediately stopped reading, and the divine wheel was also brought into his heart.

He was not so stupid yet, and he used himself to fight against the resentment of the whole city. That was not called desperate or death. Although Confucianism was strong, he was not a fool. In the second fight, he just saw that the resentment had been gathering in the empty words of Shuimu, so the people below didn't have to live. He only spent three calligraphy and paintings. You must know that his calligraphy and paintings are not just one word, but one word and one right.

Unlike at the beginning, a calligraphy is only halfway through righteousness.

Since Zhao Li stopped the resentment near Shuimu University, he saw that he was better. If he really gathered more resentment, then he would not be as simple as vomiting blood today.

After putting away Haoran's righteousness and seeing that the resentment in the sky had not gathered, Zhao Li breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, this time the loss is huge, the righteousness of the whole body is almost exhausted, and I even vomited a mouthful of blood. My mind is also injured." Zhao Li felt himself and said.

Haoran's righteousness is fine, and he will slowly recover in one or two months, but it will be a little troublesome to get hurt. He may have to take care of two or three months, and this situation can't be encountered again.

"Hu, damn Confucianism," the people who escaped from afar finally saw Haoran's righteousness disappear and stopped one by one.

Haoran's righteousness disappeared, and the Black Dragon Venerable's resentment was no longer concentrated. They also knew that the fight was over, and they sat on the ground and cried without tears. Who were they provoking to be an ordinary person and lived happily in the city. As a result, they were scared early in the morning and fell out of the bed.

"Oh, I finally stopped. Are you just making a movie?"

"This world is so mysterious!"

The people in the capital finally shook their heads and sighed and went back to their homes. One morning, they just saw the black clouds pressing down on the top, the sound of reading, and the white light.

Everyone can't figure out what's going on.
Chapter completed!